Foetus Of Love - Poem by Priya Radhakannan
The intercourse of our glances,
Has made my heart pregnant,
I feel the foetus of love wobbling in around the womb of my heart,
Love aches its a sweet pain.
Like, a pregnant mother i weave many a dreams,
threading napkins of sweet nothing.
A doubt burks in the web of my dream,
I shudder, will it be a still born child?
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